Nathan lets me go. “I assume you’re why Wyatt is out there. You don’t let him mess with you. He’s a good boy, but sometimes he has a way with the ladies.”
Hearing Wyatt referred to as a good boy has me in a fit of giggles. Or maybe it’s the tequila that did that. Either way, I can’t get myself together as I hug all the ladies on my way out.
Wyatt waits on the porch. “Jesus. Liam, you’ve got to tell Violet we don’t need half a bottle of tequila in the margaritas anymore.”
“How do you think she got knocked up? A girls’ night aftermath.” His deep laugh catches my attention as I look at all his brothers, standing and waiting for their women.
“What the hell is in the water here?” I mumble to myself as I take them all in. Every single one of them is sexy in their own way. None more than Wyatt though. What I wouldn’t give for another margarita. Licked off his abs.
I shake my head to rid it of the thought. I’ve had just enough that I might make that offer.
“Ready?” he asks me.
“Yes!” I hop down the steps, pausing because beyond his cruiser, I don’t know what he actually drives.
“That truck over there. Third one in.” He points to a blue Chevy in between red and black matching models.
“You’re all original, huh?”
He shrugs. “It’s what we were raised on. We all fixed up our first trucks with Granddad.”
“That’s adorable. I love that,” I gush as he helps me in.
He climbs in and backs out with his arm around my headrest. His scent invades my senses. And he smells fucking good.
Like a man should. Pine, mint, and something I can’t place.
I sigh out loud when he puts his arm back on the steering wheel.
“I learned a lot about you tonight,” I say, staring at him.
“Is that so?” He looks at me with an amused smile out of the corner of his eye. “Enlighten me. What did my family tell you?”
“That you’re only in it for one night. Just looking for some fun. They kept saying we’re a perfect match.”
“Why is that?”
I don’t even catch myself leaning closer to him. “I don’t date. Strictly orgasms.”
He nearly chokes at my admission. “You can’t say shit like that while I’m driving.”
“And why not?” Closer.
“Because now I’m picturing what you look like when you come for me with my tongue.”
“We could find out. I’m not opposed.” I let my hand glide over his strong thighs and feel his dick twitch under his shorts.
Letting my hand slip under the leg of his shorts, I continue upward as the tent in his pants grows.
“Sophia. You can’t,” he says through gritted teeth.
“You’re not stopping me,” I say, nipping at his neck.
“I fucking can’t.” He moans when I cup his balls in my palms. “I need to, but I’m weak for you.”
“In my fantasies you aren’t weak.” I’m practically in his lap now.
“Tell me about those fantasies, Goddess. I want to know.”
